I passed my driver's test, despite being, as my mother put it, a sickie. The deadly cold/flu combination has returned, with the added attraction of joint pains, which make it difficult to perform the twitchy glancing motions required by driving testers. But I got only twelve wrong, so I passed. My father's still not going to let me drive the car
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